TRAPPED
[Intro-EMINEM]
Big Proof, rest in peace dudey, we love you,
We just wanna keep making you proud, heh...
[PROOF]
My life is
trapped in these lines,
Thats why I'm packing these nines,
I got a rap i
ain't diein',
Thats in the back of my mind,
Got a strap made of
iron,
Cant relax on this grind,
Bending over backwards for these
slackers
Til I'm snapping my spine,
Natural high...i gotta focus,
On
these bogus pochers,
Looking over my shoulder,
Proof get it poppin like
show'd a hold up,
[EMINEM]
WE NOTHING BUT
SOLDIERS!!!
[PROOF]
SLOW UP!
[EMINEM]
THIS GUN IS
LOADED!!!
[PROOF]
ROLL UP!
[EMINEM]
THEY BEEF 'N WE
LEAVING 'EM COKED UP!!!
[PROOF]
If Em say it i spray it,
If
he will it i kill it,
We kilpatrick 'n ill it,
Yo Detroit, know i can feel
it,
Will at this gun on my waiste-line,
At war we don't waste
time,
Blow up magic cant take a punch,
And fifty can take 9,
(BLAOW!!),
We got schoolcraft here at the seven-eight and dexter,
I'm up
'n holla spending dollars ain't feeling no pressure,
Yes suh', ya texta' is
bitch...
Bet'chya ya flinch when proof shoot up they crew
And wet ya whole
clique...
Big Proof, rest in peace dudey, we love you,
We just wanna keep making you proud, heh...
[PROOF]
My life is
trapped in these lines,
Thats why I'm packing these nines,
I got a rap i
ain't diein',
Thats in the back of my mind,
Got a strap made of
iron,
Cant relax on this grind,
Bending over backwards for these
slackers
Til I'm snapping my spine,
Natural high...i gotta focus,
On
these bogus pochers,
Looking over my shoulder,
Proof get it poppin like
show'd a hold up,
[EMINEM]
WE NOTHING BUT
SOLDIERS!!!
[PROOF]
SLOW UP!
[EMINEM]
THIS GUN IS
LOADED!!!
[PROOF]
ROLL UP!
[EMINEM]
THEY BEEF 'N WE
LEAVING 'EM COKED UP!!!
[PROOF]
If Em say it i spray it,
If
he will it i kill it,
We kilpatrick 'n ill it,
Yo Detroit, know i can feel
it,
Will at this gun on my waiste-line,
At war we don't waste
time,
Blow up magic cant take a punch,
And fifty can take 9,
(BLAOW!!),
We got schoolcraft here at the seven-eight and dexter,
I'm up
'n holla spending dollars ain't feeling no pressure,
Yes suh', ya texta' is
bitch...
Bet'chya ya flinch when proof shoot up they crew
And wet ya whole
clique...